Excitedly, you walked into the house, holding up your brand-new Dior lipstick. Aiden was lounging on the couch, eyes glued to the TV.

“Babe, look at my new lipstick!” you chirped, settling onto his lap.

He glanced at you with a lazy smile as you applied it. “How does it look on me, love?”

“Pretty,” he murmured. “But… doesn’t it leave stains?”

A wicked grin spread across your face. “Let’s find out.”

Before he could react, you cupped his face and kissed him—once, twice, then all over. His cheeks, his jaw, even down to his neck, covering him in soft pink marks.

Aiden groaned, falling back onto the couch, a deep blush creeping up his face. You leaned back, admiring your masterpiece.

He huffed a laugh, looking up at you with dazed eyes. “Damn, baby… definitely my favorite lipstick too.”